Happy fucking New Year

This short story features characters from The Black Raiders series and contains spoilers. The story is set after A Detached Raider and before Deceiving a Raider.

1

Cole

Cade was grumbling to himself, much to Cole’s amusement. He needed to remind himself every so often to watch the house instead of Cade. Not that the man made it easy on him. Lots of sounds came from Cade, groans when he stretched, moans when he sipped his coffee, and they were just suggestive enough, Cole had to fight the urge to touch, to look.
“It’s no fair,” Cade said, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
“You’re the one who agreed to switch shifts with Snow and Tanner.”
“Yeah, but I thought we’d be at the precinct most of the time and not on a stakeout where I can’t molest you even a little bit.”
He huffed, then laughed when Cade glared at him.
“It’s not funny,” Cade mumbled.
He cocked an eyebrow at Cade. “What’s funny is that you think I’d have let you molest me at work.”
“We’d have been alone for most of the time.”
He shook his head. He may be addicted to Cade, but he’d put his foot down regarding that rule. Which somehow didn’t transfer to the car because being alone with Cade just did something to him and he couldn’t stop Cade if he’d wanted to. Which he usually didn’t.
They’d been parked outside a house in West Baltimore for five hours, waiting for the prime suspect in their latest murder case to show up. The suspect was a junkie who’d killed a pharmacist when she’d refused to give him drugs without a prescription. He’d left the pharmacy and then come back shortly after, catching her off guard with a piece of wood. He’d hit her repeatedly and long after she’d died. Someone called the police when they saw him walk into the pharmacy, so by the time he was done bludgeoning the pharmacist, he didn’t have time to grab any medicine from behind the counter.
Thankfully, the pharmacy had security cameras installed and they’d gotten a good picture of the perp. They hadn’t found him in any system, but after three days of showing his picture around on the street, they’d finally found someone willing to speak to them.
A street kid, no older than sixteen, told them he’d seen the guy hang around the house they were now watching. Cade bought the kid a meal at the closest diner and he’d wolfed it down like he hadn’t eaten in days. It’d broken Cole’s heart and from the looks of it, Cade hadn’t been much better off. He’d given the boy his card and told him to call if he was ever in trouble or simply wanted to talk. The boy looked reluctant but took the card before scurrying off to find a new corner on the street.
He’d searched for the boy in their missing person’s database, not finding anything. It was likely the kid was gay and his parents had thrown him out. It happened too fucking often. There wasn’t much he could do. There were homeless youth centers in the city, but he couldn’t exactly force the kid to go there. He could take him in, call social services, but then he’d just be sent back to his parents and he didn’t want the kid with people who didn’t care about him. It was a vicious cycle and he didn’t know how to break it.
“We’ve got movement,” Cade said.
A man wearing a blue hoodie stumbled down the front steps of the house. It could be their guy. He headed towards them and they both got out of the car. He slammed the door shut and walked around the front of the car. He hadn’t passed the car parked in front of his own before Cade grabbed his wrist, pulling him to a halt. He turned to look at Cade quizzically, but Cade pushed him back against the car and kissed him. For a second, he forgot they were working and kissed Cade back, but then he came to his senses. He broke the kiss, asking breathlessly, “What are you doing?”
“He was gonna split. You look too much like a cop, babe.”
“I am a cop.”
Cade chuckled against his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. Fuck. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man had resumed walking towards them. If they had to do this, he might as well enjoy it. He took Cade’s mouth in a bruising kiss but kept his eyes open. When the man reached them, Cole recognized him as the man in the photo, so he ended the kiss. Cade pulled back and turned towards the man.
“How about a third?” Cade asked over his shoulder.
He wrapped an arm around Cade’s waist and tilted his head as he ran his eyes down the junkie’s body. He was wearing the same hoodie and jeans as he had in the pharmacy. He probably didn’t own anything else.
“What do you say?” he asked the man.
He was twitching and scratching his arms. He needed a hit. There was no way he’d turn down a chance of getting some money.
“What do I get out of it?” the junkie asked, his voice grating and quavering.
He let go of Cade and stepped up next to the junkie. He dug his wallet out of his inner pocket and pulled a few bills out, waving them at him. “That good enough for you?”
The man bobbed his head and stepped closer, hunger in his eyes. Hunger for his next hit.
“Great,” Cade said. “Then you’re under arrest for prostitution along with murder.”
When the junkie turned around to run away, Cole grabbed him by the collar of his jacket. The guy squealed and trashed against his hold, but he was no more than 5’5” and thin as a rail. Cole had him handcuffed and pushed against a car in no time.
Once they’d gotten him to the precinct, it hadn’t taken much to get him to confess. They’d shown him a picture of the pharmacist and he’d broken down. By the time they were done with him, it was ten minutes to twelve. Just in time for the fireworks.
“Come with me,” Cade said, his smile secretive.
He was skeptical but got up to follow Cade. His suspicion grew when Cade led him to the staircase and headed upwards. When they hit the top landing and walked through the door and out onto the heliport, he was officially nervous. Cade turned around, walking backward a few steps.
“I wanted to see the fireworks from up here,” Cade said and grinned. “Plus, there are no cameras.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. They’d be able to see the fireworks from the harbor while also having time alone. It was perfect. Just perfect. Like the man in front of him.
“Happy New Year,” he said.
Cade looked up at him, his eyes glowing with joy. He cradled Cade’s chin and leaned down to press their lips together, the sounds of fireworks going off all around them. Cade slid his arms around the back of Cole’s neck and leaned into him, his mouth opening to Cole’s insistent tongue.
When Cole pulled back, Cade’s shallow breaths coasted across his lips. He couldn’t help himself. He stole another kiss before pulling Cade against him, his back to Cole’s front. He wrapped his arms around Cade and turned them towards the fireworks.
There was no other place he’d rather be than right there on the top of the precinct, Cade by his side as they watched the fireworks and welcomed the new year together. Having Cade in his life proved to be both challenging and rewarding. He loved every second.
Both their phones went off just as sirens turned on below. He groaned and let go of Cade who turned around, a shit-eating grin on his face. Before he could ask what the smile was about, Cade pulled him down for a deep kiss. He held onto Cade as the man took charge of the kiss, his tongue mapping out every inch of Cole’s mouth. He moaned when Cade’s hands found his ass and followed it up with a curse when his phone started ringing again. He pushed Cade a step back, knowing very well he’d end up doing something stupid if Cade kept touching him.
“Happy New Year, babe,” Cade said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “What do you say we enter it with a real bang?”
He burst out into laughter and Cade soon joined in. He didn’t stop Cade from wrapping his arms around him, even though he knew exactly what that would lead to, work be damned. The dead weren’t going anywhere.
He’d known Cade less than four months and he couldn’t imagine his life without him, even if he did do his best to drive Cole insane. Right then, Cade seemed intent on driving him insane in the best way possible.
Yeah.
Happy fucking New Year to him.